Dreading the Morning Alarm

taken by my son, the bird lover

It was so good to sleep in for a change. Granted my sleep schedule has been greatly disrupted since I was first in the hospital in March. I could not sleep for a week, out of fear of dying. I also could not get comfortable in the hospital bed. Now it is nice and cozy under the comforter. However, I still get the racing, bulging heart feeling. Sometimes, it is shortness of breath or my head ringing that keep me awake. My neurologist suggested I get a deep neck massage every night. Too bad he did not write that on a prescription pad and send it to my insurance for approval. I would love to wake up refreshed and ready to start the day. Most days I wake up only to send my son off to school. I promptly head back to dreamland to catch up. I don’t want to wait for my eternal rest.

Today was a quiet day at home. I fell asleep reading, in the middle of the day. I don’t know if I will ever make it through this book, at the rate I am going. I chalk it up to the brain damage left by my stroke, or caused by my meds. I constantly have a feeling in my brain that does not clear up.

Like I always say, or someone did, tomorrow is another day. I need to take more pictures. Make a new to-do list. Finish my never ending paperwork. I need to take the time to enjoy Halloween. It is my favorite holiday.